A tale of two neighborhoods.

It was the best of times and the worst of times. It all started out in our little working class community in East Los Angeles. Located between the B. F. Goodrich tire factory on the west end and the Edison high tension power lines on the east. About two miles from end to end. SeeContinue reading “A tale of two neighborhoods.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer Final Chapter.

But Santa needs a chimney doesn’t he? It was simple to surmise there was a serious problem here. The problem was not only one of utility and movement up and down but access. Access as in a convenient entry and subsequent distribution of goods. And If I, an entry-level elementary student, could see this puzzlingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer Final Chapter.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 12.

Now how a bespectacled kid could be named Butchy? The name Butchy or just Butch is often reserved for pub nosed freckled faced red hair bullies. Just like the one portrayed on the Little Rascals from early L A TV. Remember. I was a glasses wearing sandy hair Okie boy and as my older sisterContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 12.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.

Both of my sisters don’t wear glasses. So, why me? Why do I have to wear glasses? I’m a boy. A boy shouldn’t wear glasses. My sisters should wear glasses but don’t. Why not! But come to think of it, Teddy Roosevelt wore glasses He was a cowboy of sorts but didn’t sing. Right? HeContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.

Take them off or leave them on. It’s really interesting when I take off my glasses I look just like Gene Autry. You know the singing Cowboy. But some say I sometimes look like Mr. McGoo. But with my glasses off I have a tendency to walk in to closed doors or step in dogContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.

Being a Chicken Whisperer that wears glasses I am often speckling up my lenses. I hate to stop and clean my lenses. It’s troublesome. I have to go inside and hold them under running warm water and moosh in some hand soap. Then rinse them off and dry them off. So to say the leastContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer. Chap 9.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8

Let me know if you know how to hypnotize a chicken. Just raise your hand if you do. It’s not easy. It’s a combination of laying on of hands and having a strong will. The chicken needs to know you are completely in charge. A steady unwavering gaze into the chicken’s eye and steady whisperingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, Chap. 4

Ever since I started wearing glasses back in 1952 some of my stupid friends would call me ‘four eyes.’ Not sure why but it made me mad. I didn’t want to wear glasses in the first place but my mom said I had to wear them anyway. And ever since that time I had toContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, Chap. 4”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.

To remind you once again I am the Chicken Whisperer. I’d rather be Sky King but I wear glasses. Sky King doesn’t wear glasses. Howdy Dooty doesn’t wear glasses. The Creature from the Black Lagoon doesn’t wear glasses. Never the less, I am Overlord and Sovereign of the chicken yard located behind our backyard. SoContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.”